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But then, men never do want women to do the things they want to do themselves, have you noticed?’
It was like a cure, being with Lilian. It made one feel like a piece of wax being cradled in a soft, warm palm.
Her heart was some desiccated thing: a prune, a fossil, a piece of clinker. Her mouth might as well be filled with ashes. It was all utterly hopeless and futile . . .
Some things are so frightful that a bit of madness is the only sane response. You know that, don’t you?’
She felt half disguised by the outfit; half exposed by
